A brief note of rejection
Dear Kagamine,
It did not surprise me to find a letter from you in my locker, since your friends were going around the campus telling that you had a crush on me. I wasn't blind to your uncalled-for concern towards me, but I must say 'twas flattering. It was flattering and it made me feel like I'm a special person (which I'm clearly not). Reading your letter repeatedly made my face flush, I admit, for you had loads of cheesiness packed inside a single sheet of paper. Nice. However, I was not fond of that.
I'm not the type of girl you can easily get with love letters...
or flowers...
or chocolates...
or any presents at all.
I do not fall for words. Your usage of figurative language is commendable, nonetheless. But I'm not into it.
Perhaps you get it by now that I can't accept your feelings, and I won't accept your feelings ever. Trivia: I won't accept anyone's feelings at all.
There's a reason why the entire class calls me Artemis, you see? I'm capable of loving...in a platonic sense. But I simply can't imagine myself loving someone romantically because loving is something I always regard disadvantageous.
I appreciate it very much, and I see you as good classmate. Besides friendship, I can't offer anything higher than that. Thank you.
– Miku Hatsune.
"She's too formal. Freaking. Too. Formal." Meito gawked at the note before him.
Dell and Gumo suppressed their laughter for as long as they could hold it back, while Len and Meito stood gaping before the blond's locker. On it was a neat white paper tucked under a leek magnet, apparently a notice from the Student Council signed by its President. Or specifically, it was a rejection letter from the SC President, Hatsune Miku.
"Oh my freaking shit," Dell clutched his stomach as he stared at the notice stuck on Len's locker, its content exposed to anyone who would happen to pass by. His eyes were glistening with tears–out of joy–as he leaned next to Gumo, both of them laughing breathlessly. "Fix this dipshit, you mucus. I told you to dis–haha, what the fuck–courage Len from slipping that love letter in Hatsune's locker!"
"I'm sorry, okay," Gumo wiped his tears, reaching out to pat the blond's shoulder, sympathizing with the...er, his fall. Maybe it wouldn't hurt that much if she turned Len down, but doing it publicly, using her influence as the SC President, now that was news. "Okay. Screw this nerdy, er, what's-her-name?"
Another guy fell on his knees right when he reached the four, his blond hair sticking on his forehead as the fringe was glued by his head. "Len! That...notice from the President...it's everywhere!"
"What do you mean everywhere, Lui!?" yelled Meito who seemed more pissed than the one dumped. "What the fuck's wrong with her?"
"W-well, it turns out that the SC President asked the council to reproduce the letters and post it in all bulletin boards. She just wanna make sure the news would get to him ASAP – said Ring," the blond flopped on the cold rows of lockers and heaved a sigh. "Seems the campus won't forget you, Len. Confessing to a dense bookish sort of girl is the wrong move, mate."
Gumo and Dell continued laughing while Meito scolded them for making fun of their friend. Len, on the other hand, was rather calm about it; he even plucked the note from his locker. This silenced the trio behind him though.
"She said it made her blush. That's great," he mumbled, smiling as he stared at the paper.
"This boy's gone nuts," whispered Dell.
The blond-reject turned and beamed at his friends. "That means your myth isn't true, no? That the SC President is an ice queen?"
Gumo and Dell just threw another laughing fit, wilder and louder than earlier because they couldn't believe that their friend was pretty positive in a wrong sense. The other blond slumping on the floor just scratched the back of his head, pondering why the hell was he friends with these idiots again.